"My lab." Tony repeated, fixing Peter with a look as the chair slows to a stop. He opened his arms in silent inquiry, as if expecting Peter to continue.

"Just my lab? Or did you want fries with that?" He paused and backpedaled, truly registering the look that was already plaguing the boy's face before he started talking. "I'm just saying. You could have a tour and some nice gelato. A bubbly or two. Some high class--oh, right, fifteen. Scratch that."